magic sacrifice

The surroundings were quiet, and there was a grotesque pattern extending above the round floor tiles, Harry stepped on a raised spike-like shape with the toe of one foot, and pressed his cheek against the cold door On, looking extremely focused.

Draco followed him suspiciously, with his ear against the door, and he couldn't hear anything for a long time.

"...Potter, are you still planning to play a prank at this time?"

Hearing that Draco's tone was not good, Harry stretched out a hand to show his innocence, and just about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he pressed it on the other's mouth, making a mouth shape like a hiss.

Draco listened as hard as he could, and all he could hear were tiny, unknown grinding sounds and the like—

hiss.

He turned pale, and finally understood the reason.

Snake language!No wonder he didn't hear anything!There's a snake in the door - it's calling for help!

"I guess we didn't come at the right time." Harry whispered, tiptoeing back a step, trying his best not to make a sound, and retreating as if lurking in the shadows.

The little Mr. Malfoy who was stuck on the door with him does not have such a good physical and psychological quality. In essence, he is only a 14-year-old boy now, and he has never experienced the baptism of the stormy battle in the seventh grade. .

Therefore, his flustered breath of course was noticed without any surprise.

"Bang-"

"Have you heard enough outside the door?" said a voice.

Draco, who lost his support and was almost lying on the ground, was precariously stuck halfway in a twisted posture. Harry gave him a hand, and the other party subconsciously looked back, but at least he didn't directly shoot him off.

"Come in," said Dumbledore, waving at them and nodding slightly.

At their feet, there was a dying giant black snake with slippery and cold scales, and it was spitting out dark snake letters. The familiar markings were almost recognizable at a glance.

"This is - Nagini?! Voldemort's snake?" Harry's eyes widened, and he asked urgently on reflex, not even paying attention to his honorific title.

Simply unbelievable!

How did they manage to catch it in such a short time?A few months ago, Kingsley dispatched a full dozen Aurors to search for it, but there was still no clue!

Unmoved, Grindelwald lovingly drew a circle on the giant snake's triangular head, leaned back as if finding it extremely boring, and leaned on an unusually comfortable leather sofa chair, supported by his knuckle-knuckle hands near the cheekbones.

The author has something to say:

The situation seems to be okay...?Sneaky re-update try